Dreamy Halloween Costumes: Couples Edition

So I finally have a permanent Halloween Costume partner and it turns out that this guy hates to dress up for Halloween.  It was like pulling teeth to get him to dress up as Alvie Singer to my Annie Hall.  

Oh, Woody and Diane did it so much better - but at least I got the wrinkles down for authenticity.  

Halloween was always my favorite holiday and one I took tres seriously as you can see HERE, HERE and HERE.  But my legal domestic companion will only dress up if it requires minimal effort. 

You'd think that Lisbeth Salander and 

Mikael Blomkvist would be a perfect fit. . . 

He could dress Scandinavian minimal and I could dress like a punk rock little boy, but, alas, he nixed this idea.

Then there's the obvious:

But he's not a fan of Frida and absolutely HATES Diego (I've told him too many stories, maybe).  I didn't tell him that our engagement photos were an homage to them (by the way, he hated putting his hand on my shoulder like I was property but I was art directing and that's exactly the look I wanted).  

So then I decided to pull from history, cool looking 1960s history, of course.  Like Serge and Jane.  Granted I can't pull off bangs like Jane Birkin (trust, I cut some last week) but I would LOVE to see Hubbo in one of Serge Gainsbourg's suits.

 He said absolutely not, no one would know we were in costume (I offered to carry a basket and he still refused!).

OK, fine, but EVERYONE knows Liz Taylor and Richard Burton.

It's crazy that Richard's smoking on his wedding day DURING the wedding photos.  Crazy amazing!  

You KNOW I already have all the flowers and wire to make her wedding 'veil,' but guess what . . .he said 'No.'

And he said 'No' to Talitha and John Paul Getty (in Morocco, of course).  I didn't even mention her heroin overdose!  

His main argument was, surprise!, that no one would know who we were.  Maybe they wouldn't but I would and I would love to see him draped in robes.  

Ok, fine, maybe people wouldn't recognize all those people but SURELY, SURELY he would agree on Mick and Bianca.

If we stuck to their wedding day attire and I kept a dour look on my face because my husband-to-be had just given me a prenuptial agreement, then EVERYONE would know who we were . . . 

He disagreed.

I got more of a reaction when I suggested Jack and Wendy 

from the Shining but I think the idea of me in overalls 

made him finally say no to that one as well.   

Well if movies were his jam, then Only Lovers Left Alive 

would be my first choice.  

Especially if I could wear this gorgeous caftan

This was a strong 'NO!' from him.  He argued that for SURE no one would know who we were.  'They would if we were in New York,' I grumbled.  


OK, maybe Jim Jarmusch wasn't huge in Austin but you know Wes Anderson is.  And, with Tilda on my mind and a desire to dress like a Golden Girl I suggested Madame D. and M, Gustave from The Grand Budapest Hotel.  

He counted with Zero and Agatha and I was shocked!  This would require a costume on his part.  Excited, I started to plan our outifts.  Then Hubbo told me, in reality he probably wouldn't do it.  Well, I guess I'm glad he's honest.

Maybe I can trick him into this at the last minute:

Collection of my Dreams

I've been thinking of Frida and Diego a lot recently.

I hate to be so predictable but,

when I saw this photo (at Casa Azul) I teared up:

Contrary to popular belief or what I write on this blog, I don't normally cry at photos but this one really had a hold on me. You could see how tightly they were holding each other - like if they let go one would disappear (most likely Diego).

You know Frida would dress up in traditional Mexican costumes for Diego? I feel like she would have done anything to engross him, using her feminine and artistic wiles to keep his attention focused on her. It worked but only for a while.

I don't have a Diego Rivera but I do appreciate wearing traditional clothing of Spanish and Mexican decent. I wear my peineta,

my shawls

and Lucha Libre masks to honor the women of my family and also because they're pretty.

I cannot wait to see Moschino's collection next spring. It has all the trappings of a perfect Spanish wardrobe - whether I want to be muy masculino o muy feminina. Plus all the accessories for head and hair are making me weak in the knees.

This would be the perfect way to pay tribute to the matriarchs of my family and maybe Frida as well.

Dreaming about Halloween

For years I've wanted to dress as Penelope Tree at

Truman Capote's Black & White Ball for Halloween.

Every time I propose this someone will bring up the fact that NO ONE will know who this is. Which is ridiculous because that was a magical night for Penelope -- Diana Vreeland discovered her at the Ball and her career was launched.

So back to 2011. What to be for Halloween?

I've already been a Harry Potter character for 4 years in a row (I have a thing for British uniforms).

Marie Antoinette (Ash was 'Red Riding Hood')

Frida Kahlo (Ash was 'Ashes')

Hester Prynne (Ash was Dana Barrett from Ghostbusters)

(Baby Pearl wanted a costume and since it

was 2008 she chose The Joker from Batman.)

Karen O (Ash was a Belligerent Bar Maid)

The White Swan (Rachel was Black Swan)

Alright, no Penelope Tree -- yet. Maybe if I ever get invited to a Diana Vreeland party I can break it out.

So I guess the next logical choice would be Lydia Deetz.

But will people know who I am if I go sans Beetlejuice?

Lady Who Painted My Dreams

I'd ask her to marry me

but I already know the answer.